It might be accurate to describe "Wicked Lake" as a bloody awful horror-thriller about lesbian cannibal witches -- but really, even that makes it sound much more interesting than it actually is.

It might be accurate to describe “Wicked Lake” as a bloody awful horror-thriller about lesbian cannibal witches — but really, even that makes it sound much more interesting than it actually is. A laughably inept mix of softcore sexploitation and full-bore torture porn, this low-budget embarrassment suggests a ’60s-era Herschell Gordon Lewis gore show reimagined for Cinemax After Dark. All parties involved will be lucky if, after its fleeting Manhattan theatrical run and a lap through niche fests, pic sinks into richly deserved oblivion.

Working from a script (by Adam Rockoff and Chris Sivertson) that only sporadically lapses into coherence, helmer Zach Passero introduces four comely roommates — Carlee Baker, Eve Mauro, Eryn Joslyn and Robin Sydney — who take a break from their daily routine of mutual fondling by driving off to a remote woodland cabin. Naturally, they attract the attention of various male brutes, who break into their love shack with rape on their mind. But the potential victims turn out to be — well, cannibal witches. Skin is bared, blood is spilled, brains are sucked — all to little effect. Performances are bad, production values are worse.